Sikiliza

Do you know the countless ways I feel when I think about you.... Let me list some but only ten ... ten because...my ten fingers are free but only for now; and   can only count so far before they ache for you..So let’s begin with... One ...when you look at me, gaze locked.... and your soul recognises my soul. Two ... I knew I was yours once your tiny kisses traced my bare skin my goosebumps standing to attention on cue to her Queen...You reign over my mind my body my soul...the one who conjures these delectable shivers that wash over me at the mere thought, caress or ravishing of me..... but I digress are we still counting?...Is it... Three already because I am now overcome by these exquisite waves at the suggestion of being reunited in your arms soon... what is the meaning of life in the absence of your smooth dark ebony arms to fold myself into..?!! Ohhh but then again I can think of .... Four ... the number of times I un...

Sited in my garden today...Blue Porterweed I am loosely aware of a new bounce in the energy of my step. Also of the lessons and practice of saying ENOUGH to certain whiffs of bullshit - mine and others. This has slowly planted root in my day to day life and given me a new spaciousness I never knew existed in my heart and in my mind.   And to be honest, today I wake up with a wonderful sense of freedom of letting go of seriously compacted bullshit I have harboured  for a while.  And wow it feels good, empty and strangely calm.  Enough with the puns...or not... And so more and more I am recognising the patterns of life that I occupy with loved ones around me. How love ignites and stays smouldering and how the unsavoury emotions people conjure are sprinkled along my path.   And going deeper into this, my inner eye has began to discern and truly understand how our human nature and desire sometimes wants to control situations and people…and...

Self portrait - Oct 2018 In this my fortieth year, a very significant year.... I acknowledge the many experiences that serve as deep lessons. Two stick out. On health, wellness and caring for the self.  I started the year quite unwell from running myself to the bone with non-stop working, travelling and being in service and care for everyone except myself. My body and my mind came crashing to a halt and I was rudely reminded how frail life really is. Shuttling back and forth along hospital corridors, in between tough medical regimes, battle exchanges with my angry body, firm and candid conversations with doctors made things clear.   In order to live and live fully, not just the simple motions of day to day rigours...   I needed to really prioritise where, why and how I got to spend my finite energy and time in this embodiment and in my remaining time on earth. And you know what, I chose to prioritise things, experiences and people that are inherently ki...

Sleep is taking over My mind slowly ebbs towards that haze space.... This is the moment I have been waiting for all day When my life and dreams fuse into one  f antasy magical world. That paradise where I can be and do as I please...   So where will my dreams take me tonight? To fly and soar in the weightless sky? To the shores of my favourite spot by the lakeshore To that spot on the hilltop I love to sit and look down To a place that is a vastness of peace and silence   An escape from the drudgery of realness Bring these dreams of mine to life Do not rouse me from my escape I pray I never loose my gift to dream, it is my escape.   So long...my journey begins..

My word, it is very cold in Nairobi lately…. As I slink into the warmth of my blankets I am at a place in life when I wonder, when did I actually start feeling this cold? Almost 25 years ago I managed to do more than getting by in boarding school in one of Kenya’s wet, cloudy and coldest towns Limuru with an altitude of over 2,500 metres…I mean it was pretty routine for daily cold bucket baths, zero visibility fog days, lots of schoolmates used to warmer climates ambling about with frost bitten toes and fingers…and those what-nots that did not bother me much… Currently, I have a warm comforter in every room except the bathroom. We walk around wrapped with shukas, in warm woolly socks in the house….I have even taken to wrapping myself in a fleece blanket before sinking in the cold sheets in bed…. This is rather serious considering I have always had a strong resilience to cold. I was that person who could jump, dive or walk into in an icy swimming pool no matter what; or r...

My love, I am beginning to think that the idea  I had of not knowing how to dance is all in my mind… How else can I explain the flawless rhythm of our lovemaking? When my pulse and your heart beat is in sync... And how my heart skips at simply the sight of you… When you embrace me close and how I enjoy rubbing against you… Writhing and entwining in and around each other Never missing a beat, Wordless; This dance of ours is nothing short of a miracle. But I also need to ask who invented kisses; Because I suspect you had something to do with this How else can I explain the near perfection that are your kisses The kind of kiss that stills the time All I can do is…breathe My love when your lips connect with mine it is incredible… I mentally remind myself to keep my eyes open the next time As soon as you reach towards me The anticipation of delicious sensations Send my eyes shut tight, feelings like this can only be p rocess...

On #IWD I edited an info-graph that for me often reflects the subjugation of women's contribution in society because we angle it through a male lens for social ratification.... And so because someone ( a man) asked (twice) 'what was the harm' of the unedited version I toyed with the idea of saying google is your friend mate  and moving on but then decided to repost the graphic and a small blurb...please indulge me.... “....Language is deeply political. A lot of what you are “not getting” is also from a place where there are no perceptible “ill intentions” in the unedited version of this info-graph.....but that is the genius-ness of sexism and ageism in language and in its ability to be pervasive, trivialising and undermining in its delivery. “Language is a great carrie r of stereotyping and great place to assert socially sanction power of what is a ‘normalised standard’ of genius-ness and this is what makes this post extremely condescending. Ageism or more ...

Its International Women’s Day today, lets talk and touch base... There is something to be said when one decides to move away from all social order norms and find their own path in life. Somehow, even within ‘progressive’ social spaces we tend to want a certain kind of uniformity and oneness… Often we impose a varied spectrum of rewards or sanctions to compel each other to conform to what is deemed ‘acceptable’ or ‘appropriate’…I have to say I have a deep respect for those who not only do not conform, but who also live by the same principles of not imposing their choices overbearingly on others – its effing hard to do this but nothing can be more sexier…living by the same standards to expect from others can transform this world - its pretty revolutionary... Think about it!   I want to be the one on this International Women’s Day to say that women need the space, room and opportunities to find deep inner understanding and self discovery. I say this explicitly because w...